Coming up for fresh air

Coming up for fresh air
The land is wide and long
The sky spotted with clouds
Notes looking for a song

Immediate and now
The present demanding
Attention to detail
With full understanding

When the naked woods fence

When the naked woods fence

The setting winter sun

Forests with light flicker

And twilight has begun

Airplanes are heading west

Chasing the time and day

And yet tomorrow comes

It always makes its way

Far from the crowded flock

Far from the crowded flock

Looking for the one tree

That grows out from the woods

Tall and solitary

An unobstructed view

Don an apron of space

See storm clouds coming or

Blue skies without a trace